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Friday, December 09, 2011

It's just a matter of time...

The old woman listened to the hum of the machines and the gentle breathing of the man lying in bed on the other side of the thin white curtain.

Tomorrow she’d be going home to her own bed where she would listen to a different sound...a sound she had missed these last two weeks...the ticking of her clocks.

The cuckoo clock which hung in the kitchen; the little plastic rooster alarm clock in the bathroom; and the old chimer in the living room were part of her, and she missed the feeling of life they gave the rooms as she went from one to the other throughout her day.

Tomorrow her daughter would come at ten and hopefully by eleven she’d be stretched out on her cozy oversized sofa, wrapped in her yellow blanket, cup of tea on the end table, and her favourite program on the telly.

She had been lucky this time...but now things would be different - one more fall and going home would no longer be an option.

As she listened to the hum of the machines and the gentle breathing of the man lying in bed on the other side of the thin white curtain tears trickled down her cheeks and settled in the curve of her neck...it was just a matter of time.

I found it to be so very sad, but a beautiful piece of writing. That poor lady who loved her home and her clocks so much, realizing that time was running out for her to continue living there. It really must be so sad to have to leave your own home like that.

I read this last night during my "catch up" of weekly posts and I wanted to comment but was unable. I came back this morning and decided I would rather just nod my head. So I have nothing to say but :) (that means I like it)

Jenny, you, for serious, are a talented writer. Not just a no-talent hack who makes fart jokes and throws goofy captions under pictures he finds on the internet.You also seem to be a quality person who can overcome tough times!I admire that.

At first I was thinking, this is how I feel when I am gone for a few days. I miss home.Than it made me think of my grandma when she had fallen and decided she needed to go to the nursing home. I miss that lady.Very touching, Jenny.